This is a song about "Olivia the oear"

My time with their half-witted reviews

Saw the bombs on the news

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

She said she's never had a man

Still the man with the pan

Hoes i need a condom for my toast

Here's the answer and the antidote:

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

The bigger the the fun

And i know that you're open